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Excerpt from Her Favorite Hot Doc-
As McKenna pored over the menu, his jacket slipped off one of her shoulders. She didn’t bother to tug it into place. Reminded him of a robe worn to the breakfast table before they tumbled back into bed.
     How long had it been since he'd thought about going to bed with any woman?
    Flipping it open, he scanned the menu, trying  to pull his erratic thoughts back  into line.    
    "Good God, you could get atherosclerosis just looking at this menu."
     McKenna's laugh hit him right in the  solar plexus, robust and earthy.  "You are such a hoot,” she said, shaking her head, her hair rippling like copper. Logan’s grip tightened on the menu. The waiter hovered.
      "Let's see. Think I'll have the Burger  Bacado with ... " And here she looked up. The waiter seemed mesmerized by her tawny  lashes. Or maybe it was the  V neckline of her scrubs. McKenna was generously endowed, Logan realized with a start, not just a stick figure like so many other women. “You have sweet potato  fries, right?" she asked. And there was  that cute nose crinkle  again.
    “Yes,  Ma’am.” The waiter lifted his eyes for one moment and then dove back into her cleavage like he was cramming for a Human Physiology  exam.
     "Great. I’ll have the Burger Bacado and sweet potato fries." She snapped the menu closed and tucked it back behind the napkin  dispenser.
      With considerably less interest the young man turned to Logan. "I'll have the veggie burger with coleslaw,”he said. “Is the slaw fresh  every  day?’    
    The waiter blinked. “Yeah, sure. The bags come in every day, I guess.”
    Right. Looking over, Logan caught McKenna’s grin and smiled. After the waiter left, silence fell over their table, not that any moment in this place  was quiet. At least they’d gotten off the heavy metal. In the background,
Donna Summers was singing, if that's what you'd call the panting and moaning. 
     Just what he needed. He was toast.


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